Chapter 460
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Three minutes later —
Song Ching-wan lay down weakly on the hospital bed, her face pale and desperate. She wasn't done just lying down. She reached out and pulled the white blanket over her head. She looked like a corpse that had just died. Her entire body and the entire hospital bed exuded an aura that said, "I'm already dead. Don't disturb me if there's nothing."
The four little guys didn't do any homework at all. Instead, they were angry and indignant, fighting for justice for Houston.
Houston mercilessly threw them out of the ward one by one, along with their school bags.
His expression was extremely cold. His actions were crisp and efficient, without the slightest bit of sloppiness.
He directly pushed the four children, who were still confused and didn't know what was going on, into the arms of his assistants.
Houston was wearing a white coat. His tall and slender body stood at the door of the ward. He had one hand in his pocket. He raised his calm and cold blue eyes and looked straight at them.
Houston's team saw this and shuddered. They quickly straightened their backs.
The next second, Hughes's thin lips parted slightly as he said coldly, "What's the matter?
He said coldly, "Teach them to do their homework."
After that, without waiting for a response from Houston's team, Houston turned around with a "bang" and mercilessly slammed the door.
After two seconds, there was a "click" from inside. The door was locked.
This strong desire to live could be seen clearly even through the door.
Houston's team: "…"
Ruthless.
Too ruthless.
Boss, you're not human!!!!
The assistants could no longer maintain their usual cold and ruthless looks. They looked like they wanted to cry but had no tears.
They had only eavesdropped for a while. Well, they had even taken a little pleasure in Houston's misfortune.
Boss, on the other hand.
He actually sent out four bombs!
Moreover, these four highly lethal little bombs were looking at them with innocent and pure faces. Their big, black eyes were sparkling, and they looked excited and happy.
They were all small and held their school bags in their hands. Their beautiful little faces were fair and plump, and their thick, dark eyelashes fluttered like little angels. They looked so cute that people couldn't help but want to give their lives to them.
Of course, this was really … just watching.
Two hours later —
Out of the twelve people in the team, three of them pulled out tranquilizers and injected themselves with half an injection.
Two of them clutched their chests and took the pills while gasping for air. The other five took a few deep breaths. They were in a trance and were on the verge of breaking down.
The remaining two were slightly older. They fainted from anger and were directly sent to the ward next door for intravenous drips.
However, this was only the beginning.
Three hours later —
There were only ten people left in the team. Two of them were already on the phone, preparing for their own funeral. The three of them injected the remaining tranquilizers, took a few deep breaths, and continued with their homework.
One of them started flipping through medical books, preparing to do psychological counseling for himself so that he wouldn't be forced to become a psychopath. The other person put his hands together, closed his eyes, and sincerely prayed to God. He prayed that God could turn back time, wishing that he had never come to Country Z.
The remaining three were directly sent to the ward next door for intravenous drips.
Four hours later —
Out of the seven people in the team, four of them couldn't take it anymore and went to the next room to be put on a drip. The remaining three were still stubbornly holding on, but it was obvious that their souls had already floated away. Their expressions were dull and stiff.
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